Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 954 - 21: This Woman Really Knows How to Play

Wang Yunxiao didn’t really know much about Shen Qingxi.

He had no idea what earth-shattering things this woman had done before.

Like running to the place where the Former Dynasty’s Emperor secluded himself, trying to convince him to restore his reign...

Shen Qingxi not only had a knack for causing trouble, but she also had the capability to do so.

The most terrifying part was that when she was causing trouble, she never cared about any upper or lower limits.

Standing by the street, watching the grand procession of summoning the deity setting off from the old temple, with the massive crowd of onlookers cheering joyously, Wang Yunxiao was completely stunned and speechless.

"It’s been less than a week, how did she pull off such a big event?"

It’s important to know that it’s only the second day of the second month, not during the first month; at this time, people should either be working or studying. Who would be so full as to pay attention to a random deity summoning ceremony?

Where did all these people come from?

"Half of the credit goes to money."

Li Mumu explained softly from the side.

Shen Qingxi was very wealthy. She truly lived up to the name of a transmigrator, diligently finding ways to enrich herself after arriving here.

Back then, the Shen Family had so much money that they hardly cared, or rather, they had no defenses against her.

In this world, many things can be solved with money.

For example, spending money to hire a theater troupe to create a big scene with the deity summoning procession.

Or renting out this local old temple to have the monks there willingly support her.

"And the other half of the reason?"

"Probably connections."

Li Mumu felt a bit guilty.

She hadn’t told Wang Yunxiao about the Longevity Sect yet, mainly because she didn’t know how to bring it up.

Back when she and Xia Yubing were setting up this New Church of Eternal Life, each had their own little agenda. Xia Yubing wanted incense offerings, while Li Mumu wanted to use this shell company to handle some shady businesses.

At that time, the Longevity Sect actually already had quite a few followers. On one hand, there was indeed a spiritual need among the overseas immigrant community, and on the other hand, the New Church of Eternal Life was laid-back and carefree from top to bottom.

There were no strict requirements for followers; you could believe or not, even if you were of another faith, you could come for confession. It didn’t matter if you gave a lot or little for incense offerings, as they didn’t depend on it to survive.

So during that special period last year, they unexpectedly received quite a lot of praise.

And after Shen Qingxi paid to buy the position of Sect Hierarch, the actual operation and management of the Longevity Sect fell into her hands.

How she managed the church was something Li Mumu wasn’t interested in or concerned about, as regardless of it being medicine sales or Netherworld services, it was Wendy handling them, having nothing to do with her.

Eldest Miss Li just needed to focus on her studies.

Now she finally realized the problem at hand—

This person knows her stuff!

Shen Qingxi wasn’t just someone who handed over responsibilities like her and Xia Yubing; she was skilled in running the sects. Not just the New Church of Eternal Life, but also the Mechanical God Sect, which resided in the Thousand-Year Dynasty World and revered her as the Alpha Sage, virtually calling her their Sect Hierarch.

She truly knew how to operate these things and did it proficiently, but her usual silly, crazy demeanor made it easy for people to overlook her accomplishments beneath the surface.

This morning, when Shen Qingxi announced her plan to mobilize the New Church of Eternal Life’s three thousand followers to spread the news and act as the hype crowd on-site, Li Mumu was stunned.

When did you develop three thousand followers?

And they weren’t all foreigners; many were locals.

Does the Special Service Bureau know about your significant activities?

The question is, when did you do all this? Weren’t you detained for a long time last year? Then sent to West Spring Mountain for labor reform...

Hold on, was the real reason you got detained because of this?

Li Mumu didn’t know how to explain this issue to Wang Yunxiao, so she summed it up with just the word "connections."

"Want some candied hawthorn?"

Thankfully, Wang Yunxiao didn’t dwell on the issue and directly changed the subject.

Problems that were already exposed weren’t considered problems. If something went wrong with the Longevity Sect, they’d just go directly to Shen Qingxi.

The real trouble lay with those who skulked around anonymously, now suppressed to the point where they didn’t even care to take the bait by the Special Service Bureau.

"Sure!"

Originally, there was no temple fair today, but Sect Hierarch Shen used monetary power to forcefully create a proper temple fair. Those small vendors didn’t know what was going on, but since there was excitement, naturally, they saw no reason not to do business.

Those hawking candied hawthorn, dough figurines, sugar paintings, and similar trinkets who had just packed up after the new year sprouted up like mushrooms in a field.

Wang Yunxiao bought two sticks of candied hawthorn, handing one to Li Mumu. The shiny red hawthorn contrasted against her rosy cheeks, making her look incredibly cute.

It somewhat made up for not getting out to enjoy during the New Year.

Li Mumu took a bite of a hawthorn, chewed twice, and almost found the sourness intolerable.

In these times, hawthorn wasn’t typically homegrown but wild, and its sourness rivaled even lemons.

There wasn’t a North-South divide in candied hawthorn—people said the North’s melted easily, but it had nothing to do with good rock sugar; the problem was the ice.

Anyone with a refrigerator knew that things in the freezer layer would get a layer of ice in a few days; it’s the same with North’s candied hawthorn, and with big indoor-outdoor temperature differences, it could easily melt into a messy puddle once indoors.

With the melon-eating crowd, whether genuinely interested or not, following the grand deity-summoning procession, none of them knew that one of the three empresses above them was behind chewing on candied hawthorns, with her facial features wrinkled from the sourness.

"This isn’t sweet!"

"Then try mine."

Li Mumu exchanged her candied hawthorn with Wang Yunxiao’s. Just as she was about to take a bite, she remembered something and turned to stare at him.

Wang Yunxiao had an introspective look as he eyed the part Li Mumu had already bitten.

Her saliva was on it.

Li Mumu snorted coldly, "You must be thinking something perverted."

"How do you know what I’m thinking?"

"Because I know you too well."

"That might not be true."

Without saying another word, Wang Yunxiao bit off the second hawthorn: "Okay, no more perverted thoughts now."

Ugh!

Li Mumu was left speechless.

His face was just so thick... in every sense.

"Not sour, that’s what candied hawthorns taste like."

Wang Yunxiao turned and handed the candied hawthorn back to Li Mumu: "Look, this third hawthorn is so plump and round; it must be sweet!"

"I don’t eat things others have slobbered on."

"I bit directly into it; the back part wasn’t slobbered on."

"You liar!"